Noctisardor Bypass blumine

a name; songnotes. the promise of something more come springtime.
the gargoyle wandered deeper into the weald, his step unfocused but deliberate. he did not wish to startle any other wolves, nor did he wish to be caught off guard. charcoal hackles bristled when he caught the sanctuary wolf's scent, but in the next moment mahler had relaxed, a guttural sound of relief spiraling from his throat.
though he could not yet see the sylph, the musiker pressed toward the thread until he caught sight of alarian's familar form, slim-hipped and nervous. for the moment, mahler did not approach, but his countenance was as welcoming as he could make it. the boy need not fear him.